Sunday, February 15, 2015
Sea Shell Hunting
Dear Art lover,
I find it interesting what one learns about another in simple shared experiences, such as collecting sea shells by the sea shore. I have at least two friends that I have had the pleasure of doing that with over recent years. Funny, they both prefer the perfect shells. While I find the perfect ones beautiful and amazing in design and execution, I tend to adore the ones in which the broken exteriors reveal some of the beautiful forms inside. The good news, of course, is that we will never “fight” over the choices the other one desires. That is always a relief… as when in high school: you were glad when your best mate had different tastes for dating. If not, things could get ugly. Ha.
So, along this rocky beach I found north of Umag, I was enchanted to find these tiny shells. Because one of the friends referenced to above, Kumiko, cherishes the tiny beauts. She likes them perfectly formed still. I picked some up for her, as well as lots of tiny broken ones for me.
My friend Ruth pointed out to me many years ago that perhaps the reason I can so easily recognize fear in others is because I am consciously grappling with my own fears. On my day sifting through shells recently, I wondered if the reason I want to hang onto my friends who like perfect is so that I reach just a little bit higher.
You know, perhaps, the famous quote by Michelangelo: The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.
Oh, enough philosophy. I am getting closer to having a place in which to carve stone. You cannot believe my excitement! I have much to do before my sun sets! Enjoy my little self portrait in the setting sun on the Adriatic Sea.
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~ Kelly Borsheim, sculptor, painter, writer, teacher